On Monday the temperature went up to 86 degrees and pretty much stayed there for a while after sunset. It was the first day of the year that felt kind of summer-like. In Chicago, we called this the Yes Day (except it didn’t occur until late May).
The Yes Day is that first really warm day at the tail end of the winter where you open all the windows in the house, put on shorts and a t-shirt (if anything at all) and walk around saying, “Yes…oh yes…mmmmmmm….yes.”
It felt so good!
I had flipped the solar heater on over the weekend and now the water temp is in the 70s. It was originally about 55. There is a good chance we may be in the pool by this Sunday.
I need a warm weekend. I’m still depressed about my friend Brooke–as evidenced by my lack of blogging.
While I’m sad at the loss of my friend, I am reminded of my own mortality. I am reminded that people just keel over and die without reason, without a chance to leave a forwarding address. I wonder where they go. Brooke, where are you? It’s as if the Grim Reaper trailed his finger ever so slightly down my back leaving an icy reminder that I too will eventually die.
Not to worry about me though. I am a man who came out the same year as AIDS and understand the process of sadness. Belive you me, those of us who made it through the AIDS crisis know how to grieve. What we don’t know is how to comprehend the idea of barebacking, PnP and HIV positive people who have the uncanny ability to casually ejaculate inside of another human being knowing full well that it will infect them…but I digress.
I feel like when Brooke died, she took a little piece of me with her and it still hurts–but enough about that.
The other fun thing going on is–well, this isn’t exactly fun–I’m having a little bit of a health scare (again!).
Every year at work, they do free health screenings. In October, I had my annual prostate cancer screening. It involves a digital exam (digital as in finger–not pixels and contrary to popular belief, I don’t like having things stuck up my arse). I also had a PSA blood test. My PSA was right where it always is at around 2.
A couple of weeks ago, as part of the free health screenings, they offered a blood draw to test for a number of things including PSA. Everything checked out fine. My HDL and LDL levels were all perfect however, something was way out of whack to the point of the lab calling me personally to encourage having it checked out right away. My PSA was at 10.3.
A jump from 2 to 10.3 in only four months is alarming. It’s also unusual so I called my doctor and she sent me in for some blood work. There are a number of things that can screw up a test (like a recent orgasm before the exam which is, in my case, highly probable) so I’m getting tested again.
Prostate cancer scares me more than anything because I’m a sex machine. I know, I know, you’re laughing, but it’s true. I have the libido of a stoned horny teenager. I need my prostate! I need my orgasms!
I think I’m getting dangerously close to the TMI factor.
All that aside, I’m looking forward to this weekend. It’s the fourth Saturday of the month and that means karaoke in Old Bisbee. I can’t wait. I need karaoke as much as I need my prostate…hmmmm, interesting visual.
What shall I sing?
My doctor called. My most recent PSA test read at 2.0. Must have been a fluke with the other test. All is well.